Milestones
Today marks 5 years since I enrolled on my teacher training course, and 3 years before that, since I walked down the aisle with Mr Dubs, and 67 years before that, since my dad came into existence: September 5th 1942. The 5th September has been one of those dates that has been etched into my consciousness throughout the whole of my (almost) 37 years. Dad would have been turning 75 today if he was still around. Collecting his free TV licence perhaps? When my first sister died- 'first sister' sounds so throwaway, as though she was a lover I had grown bored of, but 'first' she remains. After she had gone and the days became months, I worked like mad not to attach any significance to birthdays of dead people, by which I mean, her. 'Dead people don't get birthdays' I would tell myself petulantly. Looking back, I suspect it was a form of self defence. As though, remembering to remember the recently dead with any more emphasis than was normally attached to the